magnifying glass.

i see the ants convulse
melting under the glass
magnifying sunlight,
seen by so many as great.
why i decided to kill
those poor ants
going about their day,
human condition cannot explain;
why we are all so silent about pain
in the dark ditches of our neighbors' land,
where the families of ants huddle and cry.
why my friend and i decided to kill
those poor ants going about their day:
complications made too plain.

when we grow our brains,
we watch them burst.
busy thoughts on busy streets,
of this medium town,
empty by night,
when there's nothing to do.
i cry too
though i don't feel their pain:
what a burden am i,
what a fake.

telephone.

"hang on," she said, unsure of what she meant by
"hang on" because she did not want to tell a lie
to say "i will return" was a guarantee
she was not ready to make, so

"hang on" silence on the other end
long distance communication was always hard
telephone calls never served them right
the coils that connected their ears
same circumference but different location
one after another
dependent on each other
the coils that connected their ears
always plural and bound together
no beginning or ending
they "hang on"

she took a walk around the room
looked at the dust on the windowsill
the wastewater dropping down from the neighbor's air conditioner
she paused
grabbed the muscle-fat layers on her neck
and pulled until it hurt a good hurt
looked at the telephone murmuring
still "hang on"
still unsure of what she meant
and continued the make-believe pause
because time waited impatiently and was beginning to walk

"hang on" (she spoke it with a sigh)
"hang on" traveled weakly through an exhaling breath
through the coils that connected their ears
through the long distance phone call placed on pause

"hang on" without its beginning or its end
was caught somewhere in rough transport
was never delivered
was simply "ha..." or "gon..."
was silence on the other end

not "i will return" because she will not return
because "hang on" meant she will try to return
but no promise there
(though it might be nice)
(though it might be false)
so

"hang on," she said.

hide/seek with God.

the way that God runs away from me
wary
i want to lift the skirt up and see
there is nothing there for me
i want to peek
at the image of virginity
why man wants to be
the great almighty
but never succeeds
why i
why i would love to live
as much as i would
why i would love to die
when the world erupts in acne
deposits of dirt and fat
covered in oily skin
and hot lava flows when i press
hot pressure hot pain
hot days of summer love and lust and dead bodies and
zombies of mine
hot blood flows and hot blood coagulates
strokes scheduled for yesterday, late
so late
in the evening the lifeguards leave
combing people off the beach
danger is near, or so they say
why i
why i would love to stay
so late
in the evening when the lifeguards leave.

this is what happens.

first i was trying to write a report on something weird when i took a trip to the place of action and became the main character. i was chased by some evil creature-witch-like-bitch who wanted my multi-million dollar inheritance. i narrowly escaped, with the money, or most of it...and transformed back into myself.

i returned and played with friends who decided to visit...went back to my room...and people surprised me.

with torture.

"you see, this is what happens when you possess what non-whites should not possess."

they took out scissors.

they got close to my body.

i felt like i realized this was a dream. but maybe not. but maybe so. i felt like i willed them to move the scissors to certain places when i realized that maybe i shouldn't have...

oh my God, please don't cut me.

squirm, i squirmed
pinned down by murderous
pretty white women
scream, i screamed
though i did not hear it
i hoped somebody else did

when

a man and fellow rescuers
freed me
and switched my position with that of the girl who held those scissors, switched the origin of the pleadings from me to her, and i felt like
someone who has just been
saved
in time
not too late
but almost
my wish came true.

there is a God.
money.
racism.
i need help.

i have nightmares when i go back to bed after waking up.